The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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4281 | 2021-02-10 19:11:24 | 110.60 | 97.1% |
2496 | 2020-07-09 15:46:36 | 93.37 | 96% |